Born Of Frustration Mga Nobela at Kwento

"It seems like you're the only stable person in this situation right now. Maybe you need to bring them together and help them find some kind of reasoning. Some way forward." I instantly snapped my head toward her, my eyes narrowing. "Reasoning?" I huffed. "Reasoning for what? Why do I need to be the one to solve every problem? And this one—this one involves two fucking lives. Two newborns who don't even know what they just signed up for, being born into this shit world with this fucked up situation as their origin story. I don't have the capability to do anything or make any reasoning about this." The words burst out of me with everything I had, all my frustration and hurt and anger pouring

at me as his face twisted with pure hate. “Do you ever get anything right in your miserable little life?!”I did catch his attention. What disgusted him was not me exactly, but what I had been broken to become. And my father’s history as well.“I regret the day you were born into this world. You have always been a mistake,” he spat with venom.His words didn’t hurt anymore. They were simply refrains of what he had said before. There was nothing he would insult me with that I hadn’t heard from him before. “I tried,” I whispered weakly. My voice cracked from the slight effort. “I just…I didn’t know things would end this way and—”A sharp slap across my cheek cut me off. My head jerked sideways, g

His sweet cries would pierce the air, filling the room with an innocent melody of hunger and discomfort. The frustration began to well up inside me, like a simmering storm. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my baby Orion. He is the epitome of cuteness, the greatest blessing in my life. But each time he blocked our sex, it tested my patience to its limits. As he woke me up every hour throughout the night, a mix of exhaustion and longing threatened to overwhelm me. I struggled to hold back tears or suppress the urge to vent my frustration at him.

The more lies he spoke, the angrier I got. “Neglect? You think it was a simple case of being neglected? You abandoned me when I was still a young child. I lived worse than a beggar on the street. My brothers even abused me and you expect me to reconcile with you over dinner?” I said out of anger. My voice was calm and I tried my best not to raise it. My father looked over at my two brothers who were both looking at the ground out of guilt. My mother tried to walk towards me but I quickly put my hand up to stop her from coming any closer.

“But he didn't give a damn about me. He didn't seem to give a damn about if I lived or not. I was a mistake, he didn't plan for my birth. “ I sighed, and I was shocked by how bitter my voice sounded. It wasn't what I intended to say, but once it was out, it couldn't be taken back. When she spoke her tone was soft, as though she were carefully going through my suffering. “Why” As I gazed at her, my chest tightened. “Because I was different from them. . My strength was not enough, I was a pup who never thought I couldn't survive, born prematurely and always fragile. Whenever I failed him or failed to meet his expectations, I could see it in his eyes. “ The words were heavy as they came out of

“It was made wrong. That probably causes pain to it too, but it had no other choice than to do what it was made for.” “How so?” The question left me before I realized it. “Fenrir said it looks dead, right?” I nodded. “Then probably it can’t even choose dead if it wants to. It’s in a trap.” I stopped mid-step. The memory surfaced, unwelcome. The day I jumped, reaching for freedom, only to be commanded to survive the pain tearing through my broken body. The day I knew there was no way out. The day I gave up fighting. A tear slipped.

But every attempt resulted in nothing. The frustration began to boil. It wasn't just about the water; it was the years of being told I was nothing. It was the memory of Killian’s sneer. It was the way my mother had looked at me as if I were a broken toy. "I can't do it!" I snapped, ripping my hand away from Malachi’s. I turned away, my chest heaving, my eyes stinging with tears of pure rage. "Maybe they were right. Maybe I'm just a broken Omega with a fancy birthmark. There’s nothing in me but ash, Malachi!"

Mate less, disgusting, and unworthy of love. Why am I born this way? Why am I tormented just for living the life that is given to me? Why did they save me?!

A fresh wave of frustration hit me and I hated myself. “It’s okay to be frustrated. You have had that as your only hobby for a long time and that is why I am hoping this fills the void for you before the doctors figure out how to make you walk again.” He pointed to the device in my hand. “Yeah, you are right. But it is not easy, especially with a fool like Helen for a wife.” I hissed. Tense frustration from last night bubbled within me and I couldn't help but feel so mad at her for my unsatisfied needs last night.

I don't want to degrade her, but she is testing my patience and pushing my limits. "You are the reason I am like this! You came and sabotaged my life and she is not your mother. I wish you weren't born!" She lashed out with words that cut deep, unable to contain the flood of anger. Her voice shook with raw intensity, each syllable laden with the weight of years of frustration and resentment.